Her email pinged on her phone. Some days it pinged constantly, depending on whether her girlfriends had a chat-fest on FB. Since posting a profile, as nerve-wracking as that was, it pinged multiple times every hour. She had noted that after the first rush of “fresh meat” had passed, that things had calmed a bit, making it easier to say “no, thanks, I’m not into being bitten all over my body” and whatever else it took to dissuade her would-be Doms.

This searching shit sucked.

And not the good kind of sucked, either. With a glance at her phone on the table beside her, she went back to the tale she was spinning for her blog. A second ping made her look, and even as she tilted the screen towards her, another ping.

She sighed, her train of thought broken, and picked it up.

I could be the one.

That was it for the first message.

But…you’ll never know unless you look, listen, respond.

She was torn between humor and annoyance…he’d caught her attention, to be sure.

Until then, I will sit here and hope. S, A.D.

SAD? The guy was already sad? That didn’t sound promising. But wait. It was S comma, A period, D period…some kind of funky acronym. She wondered what it stood for. Stupid Assed Dom, most likely.

Before she realized she was doing so, she responded.

“What does S-comma, A-period, D-period stand for?” And hit send.

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For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.